Being blind was much harder than Rocky initially thought it would be.
As per his usual habit, he had woken up before the bed-time was over when he heard the clock strike 6, however, was forced to stay on the bed till 8am, since bedtime was a must.
Upon waking, there was a brief moment of panic when he couldn't see anything, momentarily forgetting about his blindness. But as the reality of his situation settled in, he was able to regain his composure.
'That's right, I'm blind now-' Rocky thought, as he felt the edges of his bed's boundaries and sat straight face up, staring at the ceiling he could not see.
Being idle with one's mind was also a form of torture if one could not be true to themselves and that was precisely the situation Rocky found himself in as memories of the previous day flashed in his mind.
"Riva…." Rocky murmured as he clutched his fists tight.
